When the wind blows we have no choice.
When the bird calls we listen.
When the sun shines we glisten in the warmth.
When the time comes it is our voice...
\That calls to the one who will listen.
That shouts to those who did not hear.
That responds when we are heard.
That reveals God's premonition.
\What is this we call our choice?
What does it mean to determine our destiny?
What would I do, say or believe?
What if there were no final rejoice?
\Today I hear.
Tomorrow I see.
Today I believe.
Tomorrow I find.
\The chance to listen.
The voice to call.
The choice to determine.
The rejoice of it all.
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